Thomas Wilcox on the false professor’s painted pageantry

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... Glorious Professor, thou shalt be winnowed: Every vein of thy Profession will be tried to purpose: Terrible, to have it all come tumbling down, and to find nothing but it to bottom upon.

Soaring Professor, see to thy waxen Wings betimes, which will melt with the heat of Temptations. What a misery to Trade much and break at length, and have no Stock, no Foundation laid for Eternity, in thy Soul?

Gifted Professor, look there be not a worm at the root that will spoil all thy sin Goard, and make it die about thee in a day of Scorchings. Look over thy Soul daily, and ask, where is the Blood of Christ to be seen upon my Soul? what Righteousness is it that I stand upon to be saved by? Have I got off all my Self-righteousness? Many eminent Professors, have come at length to cry out, in the sights of the ruin of all their duties, Undone, Undone to all Eternity. ...

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